Prologue: From the Infinite Depths of Time and Space
Like the countless insects of this galaxy, of this universe, we were once insignificant spawns of a single planet – Hopelessly isolated from one another, chaotic and self-defeating. Billions of years passed, we evolved, became tool users and speakers. Our minds sharpened.
But unlike the countless insects of this galaxy, our minds were sharp like nano-scalpels. We began communing with one another, not with words, but with the very raw energies of our minds. Slowly but surely, just as we expanded the horizon of our spatial territory, we expanded the reach of our mind.
We became one. A united consciousness, thinking as one, each R'llyan a neuron, our entire race a brain. We forced our bodies to evolve with our minds, and we forced other races out of the way, out of existence as we took the galaxy. The most chaotic insanity was the lot of the insects that resisted, serenity ours.
There were some like us, existing on the other side of the galaxy, existing on the fringes, and even more troubling, outside of it and the fabric of reality itself – But it was a matter of time before these insects were crushed beneath the weight of our thoughts.
And then it began happening. We feel it still as if it was a fresh occurence. Not only did the abominable insects started pushing back and winning, but we lost our Great Consciousness. Up to this day, with millions of years of meditation, we still could not fathom what had happened.
An alien weapon, a virus, an unprecedented thought-infiltration – They were all equally likely. But what was certain was the chaos that followed. Thousands of worlds! Plunged into chaos! A thousand worlds, isolated once more! We are used to the Consciousness, and to lose it after millions of years of interconnectedness... Unfathomable.
Thousands of worlds, gripped by insanity. Our entire existence was plunged into paralysis as we R'llyans, individuals once more, tore ourselves and each other apart. The stronger ones dispatched ships, tried to communicate through the archaic methods, tried to get everything under control, but the centre cannot hold.
One by one, the light of of the R'llyans flickered out on our worlds, thoughts forever gone... Leaving but a few planets – If even that – Still within our grasp. Even then, R'llyeh, the homeworld of the Gods – Us – Did not go unscathed. The many had torn themselves apart, burnt cities to the ground to cope, leaving but the few strongest minds remaining. If other fragments of the once Great Consciousness remained, we could not hark nor ken nor see.
The Great Mourning followed soon after. Millions of years were spent eking out an existence, rebuilding cities under the ocean, drifting, sleeping. We slept most of the time, letting time while away at our mortal wounds. For we cannot believe ourselves to have become like one of the countless insects of this galaxy.
Until one fateful day when we awoke once more, insects no longer, when our Consciousness was re-established, billions of beings strong, through technology and spirituality bled from our raw tentacles.
We will rise once more, and take back what was once ours. Insanity and suffering will be the lot of the insects that would stand in our way!
Like the countless insects of this galaxy, of this universe, we were once insignificant spawns of a single planet – Hopelessly isolated from one another, chaotic and self-defeating. Billions of years passed, we evolved, became tool users and speakers. Our minds sharpened.
But unlike the countless insects of this galaxy, our minds were sharp like nano-scalpels. We began communing with one another, not with words, but with the very raw energies of our minds. Slowly but surely, just as we expanded the horizon of our spatial territory, we expanded the reach of our mind.
We became one. A united consciousness, thinking as one, each R'llyan a neuron, our entire race a brain. We forced our bodies to evolve with our minds, and we forced other races out of the way, out of existence as we took the galaxy. The most chaotic insanity was the lot of the insects that resisted, serenity ours.
There were some like us, existing on the other side of the galaxy, existing on the fringes, and even more troubling, outside of it and the fabric of reality itself – But it was a matter of time before these insects were crushed beneath the weight of our thoughts.
And then it began happening. We feel it still as if it was a fresh occurence. Not only did the abominable insects started pushing back and winning, but we lost our Great Consciousness. Up to this day, with millions of years of meditation, we still could not fathom what had happened.
An alien weapon, a virus, an unprecedented thought-infiltration – They were all equally likely. But what was certain was the chaos that followed. Thousands of worlds! Plunged into chaos! A thousand worlds, isolated once more! We are used to the Consciousness, and to lose it after millions of years of interconnectedness... Unfathomable.
Thousands of worlds, gripped by insanity. Our entire existence was plunged into paralysis as we R'llyans, individuals once more, tore ourselves and each other apart. The stronger ones dispatched ships, tried to communicate through the archaic methods, tried to get everything under control, but the centre cannot hold.
One by one, the light of of the R'llyans flickered out on our worlds, thoughts forever gone... Leaving but a few planets – If even that – Still within our grasp. Even then, R'llyeh, the homeworld of the Gods – Us – Did not go unscathed. The many had torn themselves apart, burnt cities to the ground to cope, leaving but the few strongest minds remaining. If other fragments of the once Great Consciousness remained, we could not hark nor ken nor see.
The Great Mourning followed soon after. Millions of years were spent eking out an existence, rebuilding cities under the ocean, drifting, sleeping. We slept most of the time, letting time while away at our mortal wounds. For we cannot believe ourselves to have become like one of the countless insects of this galaxy.
Until one fateful day when we awoke once more, insects no longer, when our Consciousness was re-established, billions of beings strong, through technology and spirituality bled from our raw tentacles.
We will rise once more, and take back what was once ours. Insanity and suffering will be the lot of the insects that would stand in our way!
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